My muse has been having the same nightmare for weeks now and it’s taking it’s toll. Send me “You look exhausted.” for my muse’s response.

Every time he closes his eyes, he sees that horrible night. Again and again it seeps into his mind from his subconscious, even years later. He can’t stay asleep without feeling the scars on his back threaten to pull apart once again, open and bleed onto the sheets. Angel tosses and turns between his lovers until he can’t take it anymore, until Andre grunts and shoves him and only then does he crawl out of bed, sitting on the couch for hours in silence. What an awful way to spend existence. 

Dark circles have formed under his eyes, swelling and tired. Hair is constantly mussed, nothing is coming out right. Art projects are scattered around him, and he’s just sitting on the floor of his work space, surrounded by things that only make him feel worse. 

He looks up as he hears Tahj, and nods. 

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He doesn’t do well with scary movies, but Sebastian seemed like he wanted to see this movie so bad. He wasn’t going to say no to his lover. Besides, how many times had Angel dragged him through a documentary or an opera or a museum? He could at least do this one thing for him. 

But, damn, if he didn’t regret it. 

His heart was in his throat and there was pain, so much pain radiating throughout his stomach. Every time the music beat again he whimpered, covering his mouth with his sweater to try and be quieter. And then came that whispered voice, delicate and serene, an answer to unspoken prayers.

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

1. Provide him with softness. He has already seen the terrible things of hard people who believe too strongly in one thing or another. Fill his living space with soft blankets and clothes, with fuzzy stuffed animals and keychains. Give him flower petals thin as paper and tell him to hold them between his fingers because he is just as soft. 

2. Keep him company. When the thunder rolls in and the ground begins to shake, wrap him in your arms and hold him tight. Hold him tight enough to form bruises because only then will he know that you really mean it. Give him your sweater, even if he isn’t cold, because your smell will linger on him. Help him feel that he is not alone in this great big world.